The fields bowed down beneath the dark curtain
as a coldness flowed from the west as though a fountain
of broken dreams, heartache and that piercing wind.
The leaves flipped revealing their paler sides again.

The sky changed hues as the currents rippled about
designing art in the atmosphere...God’s great doubt
played above us as though a map charting world war...
Nature looked as though we were washed on Hell’s shore.

The lightning fell down and the rain catapulted
into the Great Hereafter as though no souls were halted.
Limbs cracked as the trees let down their praying arms
and the wind howled and bawled in mystical charms.

I’ve discovered that half the town is dark tonight
as though divided by age old wrong verses right.
The wind began to hush and the world turned calm
as though enwrapped with a soothing balm.

The lightning was the brightest that I’d ever seen...
Dancing from town to town...this world must be cleaned.
Fire purifies the wicked and this world shall slowly burn
as we wait for our Judgement, asking "when is it my turn?"

Hail started dancing the dance of a thousand little bells
as the night became darker...a thousand little hells.
Lungs tightened as the wind carries my soul far away.
Trapped on this Earth as night is made from day.

I’ve discovered that half the world is dark tonight
as though divided by age old wrong verses right.
The wind began to hush and then deathly still
as we try to understand what we never will.

Goodbye all, darkness seems to be one of my greatest trends
as I come to understand, finally, how this story simply ends.

©September 23, 2005 Lori S. Maynard